Tyral Moondrinker

[Tyral Moondrinker]

Tyral Moondrinker Appearance Race: Svefra Gender: Male Age: 23 Birthday: 52, Spring, 490AV Birthplace: Suvan Sea Appearance: Tyral Moondrinker is a manifestation of his personality. He stands at 6'2 and weighs a lanky 170lbs. His skin glows a dark golden from a lifetime spent on the sea, the texture of him being all salt, sweat and sun. Small scars, stark white against his leathery skin, freckle his hands, arms and chest. The characteristic bright blue eyes of Laviku peer out from a face already beginning to show the wrinkles of laughter around his eyes and mouth. His face, like the rest of his body, is lean but still hearty, filled with color. Brown hair, lightened by the sun to an almost blonde shade, is normally pulled away from his face into a short ponytail and threaded throughout with beads and shells. Tyral is a man given to vanity at times and can be seen wearing whatever he can get his hands on, from beads to metals and even clothes from other cultures. For the most part, though, he wears a light white shirt and airy pants so thin they are almost see-through. Weather permitting, he goes shirtless as most Svefra men do. Character Concept Tyral is a very whimsical, carefree person. The majority of his days are spent amusing himself and those around him, doing anything to get a few laughs and brighten the days of his family. Mischief is always close by him, so much that people nearly always expect something to happen around Tyral, or if something does happen to immediately find him. This is not to say that he is irresponsible or immature, though there are some who claim he is so. When there is work to be done, he will bend his back to the task, rather it be to help with his father's nets or his mother's sail-mending. On the rare occasions that Nal'lyeo has been called and bloodshed has been required, whether it be of non-Svefran pirates or foolish land dwellers insulting a member of the family, Tyral has shown an aptitude for justice and coldness that has caused people to wonder which is the mask, the laughter or the silence. Family is everything, as with all Svefra. Family and the sea. There is nothing higher in value to him than to see his family happy and safe. While vain at times, he is quick to cast aside his possessions almost desperately when it is required of him. He is a creature of honor and loyalty, while bearing the same darkness as the sea he lives on, cruel and merciless at times towards those who cross him or his. There is nothing of restraint in him, whether it be to the efforts of love, work or vengeance. There have been times that this has placed him in trouble, but always he finds his way out. One of Tyral's obsessions is that of sword fighting, especially with the cutlass. His grandfather handed down his cutlass to him when he turned 15 and received his mark. Since then, he and his friends spar almost daily, not always out of a mind of preparation but also one of pure enjoyment. While not the most proficient of the fleet due to his age, he is on his way to being a true master of the weapon. Aside from the cutlass, Tyral also loves to perform. Whether it be poetry, acting, dancing, or even some music(which is, admittedly, his weakest area) he loves to be the center of the spotlight, the cause of smiles and laughter. His charm has won him many a night spent in the arms of another, and his family, the Moondrinkers, call on him regularly at gatherings to entertain. There is not much that Tyral dislikes, aside from the obvious things such as: threats against him or his family, harming him or his, hurting animals, insulting animals, wasting food, ropeburns, sea urchin stings, shark bites, being cold, bad poetry, bad singing, bad acting, tasteless jokes, selfishness, cowardice, stupidity, laziness, and bears(he's never actually seen one, but he heard a story about one once and it gave him nightmares for a week). Besides that, there isn't much. Character History Tyral Moondrinker was born like any other child, screaming and ugly. His mother Sylva Moondrinker, and his father Artyr Moondrinker belonged to the Moondrinker pod, known as such because of their love of late night gatherings, usually accompanied by drink. The pod was mobile for the majority of Tyral's life, as most Svefra are. His father focused mainly on fishing while his mother mended sails and ropes. Only recently in the past two years have they joined up with the Flotilla due to the Lia's waning health. Tyral lived a fairly common Svefran childhood. When he was six, he met his Tavan, an otter he named Pearl because of her one perfectly white, blind eye. He is lucky that Pearl was just born when they met as she is just now nearing the end of her lifespan. Growing up with her, they became inseparable, so much so that when called in for dinner, he was referred to as, “Tyral and Pearl” rather than just Tyral. It was noticed early on that he was an exceptionally hyper, happy boy. He was constantly pulling pranks on people, doing stupid things to get people to laugh, and getting his nose into things he shouldn't. But it was never out of anything but love. The Moondrinker pod love him dearly, as do the orcas that travel with them. At fifteen, he received the mark of Laviku as all true Svefra do. It was a moment of extreme pride for him, and of great pride for the pod as two children before him had elected to not receive the mark and left the pod while they were in port at Riverfall. At the same time, his grandfather took him aside and gave him his cutlass, remarking that, “Times are hard, and so you must be also.” The old man died the day after the ceremony. Since then, Tyral has striven to master the weapon, quickly becoming the best with it among his friends in the pod. Since then, the pod has joined the Flotilla, Tyral has become a man of his own, with his own Casinor ship and a desire to face what each day brings. He has currently left the Flotilla for the port of Riverfall to hire out his services as a guide and to see some faces from other parts of the world. Language Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: Fratava Poor Language: Char Skills Skill EXP Total Proficiency Weapon: Cutlass 25(SP), 2(EXP) 27 Novice Unarmed Combat 2(EXP) 2 Novice Sailing 10(RB) 10 Novice Swimming 5(SP) 5 Novice Poetry 5(SP) 5 Novice Dancing 5(SP) 5 Novice Acting 5(SP) 5 Novice Rhetoric 5(SP) 5 Novice Observation 3(EXP) 3 Novice Tactics 1(EXP) 1 Novice Lores Lore of Svefra Culture Lore of Religion: Laviku Combat Clears the Cobwebs Don't Lose your Weapon Befriending an Opponent Victory Doesn't Matter When Training Lydan: Doesn't Drink After Training Possessions 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Cloak or Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel -Fishing Pole -Scabbard Heirloom: Grandfather's Cutlass A simple cutlass with an ocean-blue hilt and inlaid with small carvings of orcas along the blade. Housing Location: Suvan Sea House: Casinor Ship – The Pearl Diver Length: 26 feet Color: Painted white with yellow trim. The mainsail bears a large white circle outlined in black. Ledger Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 Gold Mizas 100 Gold Mizas Fishing Pole -1 Gold Mizas 99 Gold Mizas Scabbard -4 Gold Mizas 95 Gold Mizas Thread List   Summer 513AV Time Name Description Status 8th day Akalan will be Akalan Tyral decides to have a spar with an Akalak! Graded 17th day Sparring, Swords and Spears! Tyral meets Loken and Jh'eon and they spar along the shore Ongoing 20th day Crossing Blades, Crossing Paths Jack and Tyral meet, deciding to have a friendly spar! Ongoing 31st day Dude, Where's My Dog? Tyral stumbles across a dog while on an errand and ends up in a big misunderstanding with the owner! Ongoing 60th day By Laviku's Beard! Hijinks with an Otani lead to religious discussion Ongoing   Flashbacks Time Name Description Status N/A N/A N/A N/A